After a series of new and vibrant work a quiet old piece.: a pastel seascape with clouds and hidden sun. It could be a bay, even a white water river. A fast but misleading impression makes one overlook the figure in the rocky foreground and the white self portrait in the foam.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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Waaaaaw!
Hello,
I don't even know how to begin except with "Thank you". I'm Toni, too. and until this day- so glad Mercury turned direct- I had never seen my father's face. I tried to find a piece I wrote called Snapshot. I called it my family portrait...It was a wild roiling seascape painted at laguna beach when my mom was pregnant. The photo is of her holding me, wiggly, motormouth, mischievous 3yrold in front of the painting. I'll look for it...instead I give you this in thanks for giving me this "picture" too of my father and his life...I cannot begin to express what I am feeling....so this is from my blog beyond the Planck Barrier
Luminoso
Tonight I danced.
Under a constellation
in copper,
reflected off needles of pine,
here and now
is my home.
North Star,
my mother,
navigates me back,
back, back to the edge
were my past and future
find they are the
same destination .
A language known
only to my heart
speaks the legend
of this strange map.
It takes three points to
triangulate your path:
your soul,
the direction of fair winds,
and the soft seas of destiny.
I find these points reflected
in your eyes
and the moon.
My eyes diffuse
in this balmy night
where my soul
floats, cries and
dances,
in this strange world of
possibility.
I have come to a place now where Here and Now truly is my home and I have joy AND peace of mind with this world and all it's changes. Those that pass through my life, or those who've agreed to be my teachers on this strange journey Home
have blessed me with every event, joyous and not so....
feel free to drop by, you have given me a very precious gift.
Toni Sunseri
(born Toni Lianne Alderson on the Ides of May, 1956)but I prefer to call my self lulu aussi
Toni, thank you for your comment. It is probably a fact that Tony gave a lot to whom he had in his life, but also made life difficult for whom he knew. Thank you for being graceful and a poet.
And to be loved by Tony was an extraordinary experience as were Buddy and I......S-I-L
There is actually a companion piece of this painting that has belonged to Tony's Mother. It resides with his Stepfather. S-I-L
After sleep, images kept infusing my brain, kaliedescopic memories of my own work of the last 30 years...it is an amazing,even wonderous gift, how someone (un)known is imprinted on your soul. Looking at of his work, the writing on the drawings, etc., seeing "through" his eyes, my soul's path has not been dissimilar. Many images I have used, language and themes...I have used the Pierrot, the Jester, circuses, which eventually became pinball in painting, performances, costumes, poetry to describe myself(as a child,when angry with me, my mother would exclaim in utter exasperation "you're JUST like your father!" to her, it was perjorative...and now, at 52, I find myself these days following breadcrumbs...home in Radical Trust.
Only 10 days ago, I wrote to a friend, we'd been discussing pre-birth agreements..You queried the pre-birth comment...my birth father and my (step) Dad are born 1 week apart....birth dad and I agreed that he'd be my starseed and give me access to my True Self and my Dad (who's been my father many remembered lifetimes) needed to complete somethings....mostly him, I think, allowing perceptual changes in what is Truth vs Dogma...
I believe now,that Tony has been with me, a teacher, my whole life, (in)tangibly, of course. Perhaps, he has finally stepped out of the shadows, to show me his face.
Will you, in grace, as well, show me more? If not, I'll come here to this...library... to read, revel in my soul's history.
I AM
simply,
lulu
ps you can find me @ myspace.com/luluaussi or blogstream.com/luluaussi, if you're curious as to this Monkey's recent work, you may also delete this , you feel I have in some way overstepped boundaries, but I truly hope you will have a conversation of letters with me. I read your other blog, too btw....perhaps you are my teacher as well...
BB,
Toni
If you want letters, do send your e-mail... A teacher, just a little light in the fog I am.
Thanks,
my mail is lianesuntoo@gmail.com
to those that are beacons....homing.
Toni
Snapshot
Once upon a time, curious eyes
and questions asked
bred fantastic feats of derring-do,
sea monsters fought and
lost at sea you were.
No hope for survivors, no hope
for safe return,
The Hero's welcome,
welcoming arms,
no knee for my needing.
It was the sea,
the sea,
that oily ocean's roil;
impasto waves that
dashed their court
and sparks flew.
Spontaneously combusted beacons
occurred, flashing for
all souls lost in that
sea of sand and neon.
Neon flashed in twilight hours,
flashes of brilliance
illuminating the darkness.
Frantic brush fires burning hot
to Burnt Umber.
Fires cooled with Ultramarine,
sea deep,
the crash of Titanium White
on Van Dyke brown.
Flick, flick of salt and sweat
brushed Payne's Grey
framed in black.
Black cat's eye, encircling arm
life preserving,
skimming the deep
with a wink, twinkle eye.
Sunlight after storm.
2003
what was misplaced is found....the poem, not the snapshot. The painting gone, too....art as proof of life, stolen without malice aforethought by those who didn't .....know. But like all visions, "it was just my imagination" and there is where you will find the seat of my soul and the home of my heart.
14 FEB 2009
Ok, sorry i havent posted in some time. I have just been so busy this semster. i will get on it sometime this weekend. But I would like to know where this piece has gone to. As I have not been able to find it in our house and I do like it so much. I know my dad did own it at one time as he has all the photos for it, but did he give it away or is it somewhere in our treasure chest of a garage?
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